The door popped open as the shapely blonde and the handsome stud approached the car. The spaghetti straps of her little black dress were challenged by her full bust, and the hemline showed more of her legs than if she were wearing his white shirt. That shirt was half unbuttoned and his tie draped loosely as she had started undressing him before they left the club. She dove inside and he followed. An older, smaller limousi...

Tom recognized Joan from his game theory class. True to her nerdy looks, she had her book and computer open, sitting alone in the corner of the café. “Studying for the midterm?” he half-asked, taking his coffee toward a table near her. “I wish I understood that Prisoner’s Dilemma better. It’s not a situation I’d ever be in, so it just isn’t intuitive." She looked up, surprised that anyone had noticed her. “It’s a basic ex...

One half, you are seductive grinin hopeful invitation.My mood had made the other grimwith worried hesitation.Your visage trues my compass aimthough it was drifting south.I reignite my pilot flame.My lips reshape your mouth. Your tongue discloses hidden needs,demanding and intrusive,But as our oral dance proceeds,turns teasing and elusive.We savor nibbled lips, offsetin that delicious tango.My flavor subtle, sweet, and wet...

“I’m so close,” Janet groaned. Her fingers were a blur as she reached for her peak. Brad said nothing, dancing on the edge, desperately trying not to go over it. His wife had been teasing him, starting and stopping him and herself for an hour that seemed like three. Not that he would complain. He was so turned on, he’d do anything she said; the question was, would his body obey? Her genitals were swollen, flushed, and dri...

My wife, Penny, was on the West Coast on business, so I was alone on my birthday and went to bed early. Barely asleep, I suddenly woke as if there had been a loud noise. Sitting up, I saw a face, seeming to float a few feet away. “What the fuck!” I exclaimed, turning on the light. Framed in long black hair, the pale face of a woman, dressed in a black leather catsuit, had created the illusion. “Who are you? How did you ge...

I remember her words. And that voice. “Do you want to fuck me, big boy?” She said such dirty things, which turned me on, but her voice had that squeaky cartoon-duck timbre—just barely female, just barely adult—which turned me off. I heard her voice before I first saw her, sitting in another booth at the roadside diner. “Mama wants a big sausage with her eggs, not a patty or some skinny little links,” she was arguing with...

“Focus on the countess,” Merlin instructed. In the distant courtyard, a lady in red mingled and danced to music that barely reached to where the two watched from a rooftop. “Bite down and swallow quickly.” It seemed to be a very large bilberry. When she chomped on it, bitter liquid filled her mouth. Gulping it down, she felt dizzy; a warmth like mulled wine spread through her. Closing her eyes until the episode passed, sh...

Were the Fates heartless or wise or simply making a joke when they threw them together? They met that first day at the new school. With the unconscious cruelty of tradition, the teacher had the students sit in order by height. Tomasina, the shortest, was in the front; Roberta, the tallest, was in the back. The separation did not last long. When it was lunchtime, the other students all grouped with friends from the previou...

Sex in space is amazing. The main event requires some forethought to avoid chasing each other around the room. But there are things you can do that just won’t work on the ground. All the plans and preparations led to this hour with just the two of them. Their garments hovered about the small room. “You first,” said Sooz. She was tall—in heels, taller than him— with long legs and full breasts. Long red wavy hair was almost...

Maybe he was just trying to prove a point, ignoring her tepid pleas and continuing to swirl his tongue around her sloppy pussy. “No more,” she whined, “It’s too much. I can’t….” She trailed off with a sigh, suggesting that maybe she could. He was pretty sure she would. That hot, liquid flesh had been cool and dry when he started. She was skeptical of his intentions, but he was completely honest about them—he liked giving...

From the first time he heard the lusty trombone glissando that started the song, before he knew it was called “The Stripper”, before he understood what burlesque was, before he could imagine how entwined music was with emotion and eroticism, it roused something in his gut—and maybe a little lower. When he got the chance to select an instrument to learn and play in the school band, he chose the saxophone because of those h...

My husband made me a queening chair for my birthday. We enjoyed using it for a femdom weekend on our anniversary. An unintentional revelation gave me an opportunity to create an extra birthday surprise for him. The weekend between our anniversary and his birthday, I hosted my bridge group, eight of us who were members of the Sigma Eta Delta Gamma sorority in college. Traditionally, the husband of the hostess would handle...

For my birthday, my husband had made me a facesitting throne. Knowing how much effort it took to make it, I suggested we might also use it for some femdom on our anniversary weekend. We had explored both sides of dominance, and this would be an occasion to go further. As usual, our anniversary celebration would be just the two of us at home. A few days before, we presented each other with relevant gifts. He gave me a dild...

“Tell me!” I demanded, watching his cock bob in frustration as I looked up at him from between his legs. He whimpered as I applied another long lick from balls to tip. I had him on the edge, right where I wanted him. He would either answer my question or have a ruined orgasm before long. “I don’t… want… to ruin… the surprise,” he was barely able to say. “Give me a hint,” I pleaded. My method of persuasion seemed to be wor...

“It’s wrong! She’ll know!” I plead. Because I’ll tell her. You know I can’t resist you. Before, you rejected my love. Now, here, you ambushed me. Your cunt—slick and hot from your premeditation—traps my cock—helplessly rigid from your wet panties smearing my lips. Your breasts seize my hands. Your ass and thighs pin me. Your ride is manic. My eruption triggers your gratification. You win. My orgasm burns my cold heart; yo...